Martin comes out of the city,
I go in.
After months we meet again but I run left,
acting unbothered, avoiding eye contact

His Cambridge degree is on its way:
PhDs, political science and analytical history
but 20 is such a
******* tender age

So I am nervous- more than ever,
cause he used to put my mind to the acid test and
now I don't know what I am supposed to do with
all of his secrets.